Nangong Heng looked ecstatic and doubted his ears: "Xiao Yezi, what did you say... what did you say?"

"Forget it if you didn't hear it." Ye Ling was speechless, wasting his feelings and a romance who didn't understand romance!

"Xiao Yezi, do you feel uncomfortable?" Nangong Heng changed the subject and looked concerned.

Ye Ling wanted to roll her eyes: "No."

Nangong Heng took Ye Ling's pulse seriously, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "The pulse is still not stable. It's raining outside now. Let's fight tomorrow to see how much your strength can be achieved and if there is anything wrong with it."

"Oh." Ye Ling nodded slightly, "I'm going to sleep, you can go back to sleep too."

"Wait a minute." Nangong Heng stood up after speaking and walked to the side.

Ye Ling didn't understand for a moment, and stared at Nangong Heng's back with only one bath towel wrapped in. Then he saw the bath towel on Nangong Heng's body fall to the ground, and he began to wear clothes.

Ye Ling's eyes moved downward, suddenly withdrew her back, lying with her back to Nangong Heng, closing her eyes: Death pervert! Exposed! Her figure is amazing!

Nangong Heng heard Ye Ling's movements turn over, his eyes deeper and smiled deeper. He slowly wiped his body dry, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, turned around, strode over, bowed slightly, reached under Ye Ling's neck with one hand, and walked through Ye Ling's legs with the other hand, and picked her up horizontally.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ling was a little puzzled, and subconsciously hooked Nangong Heng's neck with both hands.

Nangong Heng chuckled: "You made a big hole in Wuhua Pavilion. It was raining and cold. Let's go back to Xiuzhuxuan. Today is your birthday, and I will make you longevity noodles. You missed the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the baby hid a piece of mooncake for you and said that you would eat when you wake up."

Ye Ling's lips curled up slightly: "Baby likes me the most."

Nangong Heng carried Ye Ling downstairs, pushed open the door, and the cool breeze blew the cold rain.

He took two steps back, looked down at Ye Ling, held his big hand, and changed her posture.

At this time, Ye Ling and Nangong Heng faced each other. Her legs were wrapped around Nangong Heng's waist and her hands were wrapped around Nangong Heng's neck. They were intimate and had to be as ambiguity as possible.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ling's expression was a little unnatural.

Nangong Heng said seriously: "It's raining outside, so I can hold an umbrella so that you won't get wet."

Ye Ling couldn't refute...

Nangong Heng held a large ink-colored umbrella with one hand and held Ye Ling's waist with the other, walked out of Wuhua Pavilion and into the rain.

"Hey, I can leave by myself! You don't need to hug me!" Ye Ling suddenly realized that she also had legs...

Nangong Heng lowered his head, his thin lips were printed on Ye Ling's slightly cool forehead, and he quickly left: "Be good, you can't."

Ye Ling laughed: "Where are you coaxing the child?"

"Little Yezi, don't move around." Nangong Heng's voice was low. This position was a sweet torture for him.

Ye Ling coughed lightly and lay silently on Nangong Heng's chest, closing his eyes, not moving.

As he walked, Nangong Heng suddenly called Ye Ling: "Little Ye Zi."

"Hmm?" Ye Ling responded softly.

"Little Yezi." Nangong Heng continued to shout.

Ye Ling looked up at Nangong Heng in confusion, and his slightly cool thin lips were printed, holding her tender cherry lips, and tossing and sucking...

Ye Ling was suddenly attacked and was confused. When she realized that she had already pried open the teeth and deepened the kiss without any help.

It was dark and the wind was heavy and the rain was strong.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a crisp sound, but at this moment, there was only two of them left in the vast world, hugging each other tightly, with their lips and teeth lingering.

After a while, Nangong Heng finally let Ye Ling go, his forehead hit each other, and both of them were slightly breathing and speechless for a moment.

Nangong Heng held Ye Ling's buttocks with his big hand, lifted her up, took a deep breath, and continued to walk towards Xiuzhuxuan.

"Brother Ghost, why?"

“What’s why?”

"Do you think kissing in heavy winds and rains is more interesting?"

"...Xiao Yezi, actually, when you said I could kiss you, I really wanted to knock you down, but you said before that kissing should be romantic if you accidentally happen."

Ye Ling listened to Nangong Heng's somewhat depressed voice, and was stunned for ten seconds, then lay on Nangong Heng's chest, and was overjoyed: "Brother Ghost, you are so cute!"

"The cute ghost brother is asking to enter the bridal chamber tonight, can you?" Nangong Heng discovered for the first time that his self-control was so bad in front of Ye Ling. The first kiss made him unable to stop, unable to control himself, and wanted more.

"No!" Ye Ling laughed and joked.

Nangong Heng sighed lightly, speeded up and entered Xiuzhuxuan.

Xiu Zhuxuan's quilt was taken to Wuhua Pavilion, but because of the quilt stealing incident that happened more than once before, Ye Ling also put a spare set in the cabinet.

Nangong Heng first put Ye Ling down, lit the light, turned on the cabinet to get the bedding, and lay it on the bed.

He came over again, picked Ye Ling up and sent him to the bed. Ye Ling really couldn't leave by herself because she was not wearing shoes.

"Brother Ghost, I'm hungry." Ye Ling lay on the bed and blinked at Nangong Heng.

Nangong Heng leaned over, supported his hands on both sides of Ye Ling, looked at Ye Ling's delicate and moist red lips with deep eyes, lowered his head and kissed him again.

This time, Nangong Heng got up and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm hungry, too, I want to eat you!"

Ye Ling looked at Nangong Heng and smiled, delicate and charming, sweet and lovely.

Nangong Heng held his forehead and said, "I lost." Doing intimate things with your beloved will make you addicted and you can't help but want to gain more and more.

The sweetness that is still unfulfilled is a torture...

Nangong Heng pulled the quilt, covered Ye Ling from head to toe, and turned around and walked out: "I'll make you a longevity noodles."

Ye Ling reached out and pulled down the quilt, exposed her head, and saw that Nangong Heng had arrived at the door.

"Brother Ghost, do you know?" Ye Ling asked.

"Of course!" Nangong Heng saw Ye Ling make several times. He also had recipes, he did not lack theoretical knowledge, and he was full of confidence.

The ingredients in the kitchen are complete, and Nangong Heng found the recipe and carefully wrote down every step of making noodles.

The first step is to start kneading.

Shift your hand and add more water. Then some noodles.

Shift your hands and add more surfaces, so add some water!

No, you should first boil the fire and boil the water.

OK, it succeeded.

Then I kneaded the dough. I just finished adding firewood and forgot to wash my hands. After one hand, my face turned dark, and Nangong Heng's face turned dark...

Throw away the dirty noodles, wash your hands, and start over.

...

Ye Ling in the room had been lying for a while, and when she woke up, she felt her limbs were weak.

She sat up on the bed, lowered her head, smelled her clothes, it was clean. But I think Nangong Heng would not offend her without her consent. It should be that Mo Zhu kept washing and changing her clothes.

Ye Ling got out of bed, went to the closet to get new clothes, shoes and socks, came back to change it, and went out to the porch.

The heavy rain did not stop, and she glanced at the bright kitchen and walked over with an umbrella.

Hearing the movement, Nangong Heng turned around: "Xiao Yezi, why are you out? It's cold outside, go back quickly!"

Ye Ling took the umbrella, went into the kitchen, and smiled slightly: "It's cold, I want to come and roast the fire."

Nangong Heng put the stool in front of the stove, Ye Ling walked over and sat down, holding her face, and looking at the jumping fire, she felt warm.

"Brother Ghost, you want to hold me to death with such a big piece of noodles?" Ye Ling complained.

Nangong Heng grabbed the kitchen knife next to him, cut down one-third of the dough, and raised it to Ye Ling: "What about this?"

"It's okay." Ye Ling nodded.

"Hey, where is my sister?" Ye Ling suddenly asked.

While rolling out noodles clumsily, Nangong Heng told Ye Ling about what happened during her coma.

When Ye Ying learned that she had taken her place and went to Chongming City, Ye Ling frowned: "She really treats herself as my mother!"

"Actually," Nangong Heng turned around and looked at Ye Ling and said, "You also treat yourself as her mother, but you didn't realize it."

Ye Ling looked slightly stunned, then shook her head and laughed. OK, it turns out that both of them want to be mothers for each other? The hearts of their families are the same. Ye Ying wants to do such a thing, but she can't stop him. She just feels a little sorry for Ye Chen, so she has to separate from her mother at a young age.

However, Ye Ling has always regarded Ye Chen as his son. From this perspective, Ye Chen has a mother in the family. "Brother Ghost, the time you lied to Su Tang was very good." Ye Ling gave a thumbs up.

Life is really like a play, and everything you fight for is all about acting! When Nangong Heng was serious about "acting", he was definitely a super drama artist who combined the main role of the screenwriter and director!

"It's a pity that you didn't wake up at that time, otherwise it would be interesting that we would cheat Su Tang together." Nangong Heng sincerely invited Ye Ling to be the heroine of his "next drama".

Ye Ling happily agreed: "Next time! Have a chance!"

Under Ye Ling's verbal guidance, Nangong Heng made very good noodles. He prepared the noodles and put them in the pot, but found that the dishes had not started to be prepared.

Finally, only vegetables and eggs were added to make a large bowl of clear soup noodles.

When the two returned to the room, Nangong Heng put the steaming noodles in front of Ye Ling, handed over the chopsticks, and said with expectation: "Little Yezi, try it quickly, I made it!"

Ye Ling blew gently, tasted it, and nodded: "It's delicious."

Nangong Heng looked happy. Seeing Ye Ling ate half a bowl of face and couldn't eat it anymore, Nangong Heng brought it over to sweep the finish.
To be continued...